Room 103.
Looking at the old, timeworn room before him, Duke smiled faintly.
He could tell Steve had a problem with him, but he didn’t care.
To him, this kind of rigid, antique room with its old medieval charm was far more enjoyable.
The higher the rooms were, the more luxurious and refined they became, the closer they got to the style of the twenty-first century—and that was exactly what made them boring.
Since he’d come all this way, it would be a waste not to experience the atmosphere and style of 1918.
Though old, the room was spotless.
Nothing happened that night.
Early the next morning, Duke stepped outside and immediately spotted Logan and Victor.
“Had breakfast yet?” he called with a wave.
“If not, come eat with me.”
“We already ate,” Victor replied impatiently.
“When are we going to get started?”
“You may have eaten, but I haven’t,” Duke said.
“…”
The brothers had changed out of their military uniforms and into rugged explorer-style outfits—canvas jackets, cowboy boots, and all.
The restaurant had already served Duke’s order.
Since Steve was paying, he had ordered the best of everything.
The table had only just been filled when a pair of beautiful women walked in from around the corner.
“Wow—that’s a lot of food!” Du Chen Carlos cried, hurrying over to the table.
She was practically starving.
Then she noticed the two rough-looking men sitting across from her.
“Oh? You actually came. Diana, you owe me a hundred pounds.”
She grinned mischievously.
“…Fine,” Diana replied with a helpless roll of her eyes.
Carlos had insisted on betting the night before, and she’d stubbornly claimed the “they’ll come” side for herself.
That left Diana with no choice but to bet they wouldn’t.
It had never been a fair wager to begin with.
With Duke’s abilities, subduing the two of them had been effortless.
Although she’d been destined to lose from the start, Diana accepted it as compensation for Carlos accompanying her this whole time.
Even if…
Strictly speaking, that wasn’t really the case.
“Du Chen Carlos.”
“Logan.”
“Victor.”
Victor glanced curiously at Duke.
“You two… are related?”
One was Duke, the other Du Chen.
Brother and sister?
Siblings?
They didn’t look alike at all.
And those two unmistakably medieval longswords hanging at her waist…
Was she serious?
“We’re not related,” Carlos answered casually.
“As for her, this is Diana.”
She had grown rather fond of the name “Du Chen Carlos” and had completely abandoned her old name, Venelia.
The two brothers nodded politely.
Diana returned the gesture before taking her seat to eat.
If this had happened in the past, Victor would have whistled the moment he saw beauties of this caliber.
But after learning that one of them was Zeus’s daughter, those thoughts vanished instantly.
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Zeus’s daughter.
Even if she wasn’t as terrifying as Ares, taking care of the two brothers would probably be as easy as breathing.
After all…
She was the kind of woman who could smash a tank flat with her bare hands.
Logan was much calmer.
He glanced at Duke, who gave an almost imperceptible tilt of his head.
The brothers immediately understood.
Diana really was Zeus’s daughter.
“By the way,” Carlos asked while eating, “if Duke personally invited you, you must have something special. What’s your ability?”
No matter how she looked at them, they certainly didn’t resemble the frail mages of legend.
In her eyes, Duke himself was the definition of “frail.”
He was a skinny college student—178 centimeters tall, about seventy-three kilograms.
Compared to Westerners, Easterners naturally looked much less robust.
The brothers exchanged a glance with Duke.
Seeing no objection, they discreetly extended their claws beneath the table.
The corner table concealed their movements nicely.
Victor revealed his razor-sharp claws.
Logan extended the bone claws between his knuckles before retracting them again.
The two Amazon warriors froze in surprise.
Only for a brief moment.
“…That’s a little gross,” Du Chen Carlos muttered, patting her chest.
Diana, however, looked fascinated.
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
“It hurt a lot at first,” Logan replied with a shrug.
“You get used to it.”
He clearly had no interest in revisiting those painful memories.
“Don’t let appearances fool you,” Duke said as he bit into a pork chop.
“These two are both over ninety years old.”
Back in the year he’d transmigrated, pork had climbed to fifty yuan a jin.
Now that he’d traveled back here, he was determined to eat his fill.
After coming all this way, he had to make it worthwhile.
“Ninety years old?” Diana became even more curious.
“Oh, that’s nothing,” Carlos said without much concern, only pausing briefly before continuing to eat.
“They’re still much younger than I am.”
Mmm…
The borscht was surprisingly delicious.
Logan and Victor both stared at her blankly.
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This delicate young beauty…
Was actually older than they were?
Then again…
She came from the same place as Diana.
Maybe she was some ancient relic too.
“You humans… live that long?” Diana asked in confusion.
“They have healing factors,” Duke explained.
“They’re practically impossible to kill.”
That was technically the brothers’ secret.
Still, it wasn’t surprising Duke had figured it out.
Yet only moments later, everything had healed.
Anyone paying attention would have noticed.
“Impossible to kill?” Carlos’s eyes lit up immediately.
Her hand drifted toward the longsword at her waist.
“Miss… what are you planning to do?” the brothers asked nervously.
“Eat your breakfast,” Duke said, tapping the table.
“Steve will be here soon.”
“Oh.”
Seeing Carlos obediently abandon her dangerous thoughts the moment Duke spoke, the brothers once again realized both Duke’s strength and his status within the group.
“So… what exactly are you?” Diana still couldn’t help asking.
She remained curious about the brothers’ identity.
Their appearance reminded her uncannily of the demons described in old legends.
But after everything that had happened with the “Fallen Angel Incident,” and after Duke’s repeated advice not to judge people by appearances, she’d become much more composed.
She didn’t attack simply because of a bad first impression anymore.
She couldn’t sense evil from them.
Only ferocity…
Violence…
Bloodlust…
A dark aura that instinctively made her uncomfortable.
“Awakened Ones,” Duke answered.
“Awakened Ones?”
“Mm. I’ll explain that another time.”
He looked at Diana seriously.
“Remember what I told you last night. Living in human society, never let first impressions dictate your judgment.”
Then he looked toward the entrance.
“Oh, Steve’s here.”
Immediately, he waved enthusiastically.
“Over here! Hurry up!”
“And hurry up and pay the bill!”
“…”
Seeing the table absolutely overflowing with food, Steve’s face instantly darkened.
Samir laughed and patted him on the shoulder.
“See? That’s the price of being stingy.”
Leaving his old friend to suffer, he walked over and extended his hand toward Wolverine and Sabretooth.
“I’m Samir.”
“And these are Steve and Charlie.”
“Logan.”
“This is my brother, Victor.”
“Welcome,” Samir said with a smile.
“To a very unusual journey.”
Steve had already guessed what had happened the previous night, so seeing the brothers here didn’t surprise him in the slightest.
After greeting them, he could only sigh bitterly as he went to pay.
At this rate…
He wasn’t sure whether the money Sir Patrick had given them would last very long.
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